Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders - Sex Stories

Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders

... buff young black man is not the norm for my practice. It was an arresting sight! "I hate wearing those things, Doctor! Is this okay?" "Uhhh...yes, perfectly okay," I stammered in response. After all, I did present it as an option! I maintained my composure and managed to say "Well, let's get you taken care of." My voice was slightly breathless. And so we began. First, I provided in-depth analysis of the exemplary lab results, jotting down handwritten notes on the back of his report so he could have them for his own reference. Then I chatted with Ben in a conversational fashion, asking questions about his life, habits, diet, etc. while inputting notes to my patient management tablet. This is a standard way of obtaining valuable information from patients in a relaxing manner. He shared quite a bit about his family, school, interests, social life, etc. We discussed his studies, and he explained that a physical was required for a semester long research trip to Africa starting in January. He informed me that he would not need any inoculations as they would be administered by the university medical office. I was quite impressed by Ben's charm, confidence, his articulateness, and obvious intelligence. Next I took him over to the scale for measurements, which were normally already completed by my assistants. I noticed he smelled nice - clean and fresh but with a humid musk. I couldn't help but discreetly admire his physique - he was not a bodybuilder, rather a refined and ...

... beautifully proportioned athlete. He looked at once incredibly strong and graceful. And he was deep, dark brown. A tightness developed in my throat as I took quick glances while adjusting the scale. I noticed my lips were dry. Measurements completed and notated at 6'-4" and 225 lbs., I instructed Ben to sit back on the table. He obliged, and it was then that I noticed his arousal. The sight was shocking and I froze! His eyes caught me as I stared at the enormous bulk constrained by his boxers before I finally found the wherewithal to turn away. Again I found myself unsettled. Ben apologized in embarrassment, "I'm sorry ma'am, but if I knew you were a woman, let alone a very pretty woman, I would have chosen another doctor! The online medical guide lists you as Dr. Eric Beauchamp, not Dr. Erica Beauchamp!" At that I settled down a bit, giggling over the typo and telling Ben I would inform the HMO. And I urged him not to worry about his reaction, explaining it's a common response for a healthy man. Though still a bit uptight myself I tried to relax him, suggesting we could take a break if he felt too embarrassed, or even stop entirely allowing him to find a male physician with whom he might feel more comfortable. I was flattered that I had this effect on a much younger though very masculine man, but in fact I was lying since the nervousness of the situation normally counteracts any male arousal: never in my career had I witnessed such a potent response from a patient. Ben reasoned he ...